Bombardment of Memories

I lay in bed and sigh as my hopes

and dreams flash before my eyes again.

I lay on my side, facing an empty half of a bed,

my thoughts traveling to you once more.

I lay awake, cuddled against a pillow,

one hand on an empty pillow,

the other stretched across  

where I hoped that you would lay.

I hate this feeling,

of not having you near,

not to feel your warmth,

the earthliness of your body.

I hate not being able-

to talk to you, about anything,

even if the conversation turns weird.

I hate not being able to

have a conversation,

with paper and pencil,

since we weren't supposed to talk.

I miss the days

where we were close,

and the long moments-

we could stand together,

in a tight embrace,

my head against your shoulder.

I miss the smiles we shared.

I miss the times where all-

we did hold hands.

I miss the times where-

we came near to kissing.

I miss you.